"Ohh what are these sandwiches?" Nuo sparkled. "They look delicious!"
Shui coughed. "Hou Lin's courtesy. He packed some for everyone."
Zhiyuan, whose face was buried in a magazine until now, raised his head from it ever so slightly with squinted eyes.
"Which courtesy is this?"
"He made a sandwich for me, then thought to make some for everyone. Have a bite. It's really good!"
Zhiyuan stared at the sandwich suspiciously that earned him a smack on his head.
"Just eat it," Xinyi frowned. "Why are you looking at it like it's poison?"
She then looked at her daughter. "What happened with Mr. Zhong? I heard he is stubborn about buying Blooming?"
Her expression turned bitter. "Don't ask me, Mom…"
When she told the entire conversation, Xinyi could barely believe it either. She shook her head. "I don't feel mad at him actually. I feel pity that he doesn't understand what goes behind the art."
